Finnugor - Lycanthropic Warmasters lyrics

Broadswords, battle axes Daggers and body shields Thousands of flaming torches Overrun the battlefield Constellation of black stars Condemnation of black gods Darkness sighs with breathing smile Madness strikes with snapping bites Thousands of knights and serves Are advancing against their tyrants The bastions of the castle are burning like timber Lycanthropic warmasters are roaring like thunder The smell of fear is fluttering in the breeze All the blood in the hearts start to freeze You will meet your fate on this fiery night Salvation will be yours by a flesh tearing bite Armours are suseless to get on! This will be your Armageddon! The Root of all evil has been growing For neverending centuries, it's growling Under the darkest tunnels of the castle Hidden like a dying rabid wolf: it's useless! Constellation of black stars Condemnation of black gods The Root feeds the warlords With the vigour of werewolves You will meet your fate on this fiery night Salvation will be yours by a flesh tearing bite In your fear you'll forget the stories about Heaven This day will be your execution, your final Armageddon!